People tell you the truth, and most of the time the truth stings. Words you never anticipate hearing, words you wish you hadn’t hear, and the truth of the facade that hangs before you for the last eighteen years.
And now I feel disorientated in the world that I have tried to organize in front of me. No sacred space, no temple of direction, no pillar for me to revolve around. Don’t feel loved enough, and feeling too much love, always giving and not giving enough. Paradoxes rule the world, and everything that once seemed so orderly and parallel is chaotic.
Now the ground you’re walking on seems like uprooted grass of a cemetery, living beings struggling to survive six feet under. And while you try to appreciate the snowglobe of the world you live in, you wonder what would happen if your world was inverted. If beauty is ugly, and death is beautiful, and love is pain and unnecessary.
+Monday Feb 2 @ 04:10pm
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